Best Amusement Poems
The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.
The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their steeds,
Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds.
The cotton candy stand, its windows cracked and dim,
Holds the ghost of sweetness, a forgotten whim.
Once, sugary clouds, a magical delight,
Now only dust motes, swirling in the light.
The roller coaster track, a metal serpent curled,
Whispers of thrills, a forgotten world.
Once, screams of delight, a dizzying race,
Now only rust and wind, in this silent space.
The park stands empty, a monument to time,
A reminder of moments, once so sublime.
The ghosts of laughter, echo in the breeze,
Whispering of memories, of happy, carefree days.
eyes stare in wonder
enchanted kingdom beckons
to her inner child
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Dedicated to Olive_eloi on her
recent visit to a fun park.
Amusement Park
It's a merry-go-round world
with it's big brass rings
She's a roller coaster romance
as she dips so she sings.
It's the haunted house
and the tunnel of love
the depths of the valley's
and the Heavens above
It's three for a nickel
five for a dime
it's a game of illusion
forget those concepts of time.
C'mon brother
win your little lady a prize
bloated head and bloodshot eyes
We bump our minds on bumper cars
drown our sorrows in neon bars
It's a wrenching gut
a timeless trip
it's a queasy stomach
from the spinning whip
it's the house of mirrors
it's the busted glass
it's love in the big top
it's a horse's ass
it's cotton candy
it's the sweetness of life
it's time on the back streets
it's the cut of the knife
it's a dog-**** obsession
it's the ring masters plight
it's an all day sucker
it's the clown's angry bite
it's a paranoids playground
a romantics retreat
it's a space in time
where all lovers must meet
It's the tears
and the laughter
it's the light
and the dark
Admission is free
the abode is the Park!
I’m wondering - how much is enough?
given fact: this line is but a throng.
One who does not shield his hacking cough
is brushing up against my sarong.
I’m wondering - how much is enough?
One who's followed at my heels so strong
ignoring what really ticks me off.
He's almost shoving - it's downright wrong.
I’m wondering - how much is enough?
He is bothered; the wait is too long.
My grandson has proved he's tired but tough,
He’s fallen asleep, humming a song.
I’m wondering - how much is enough?
given fact: this line is but a throng.
written July 9, 2016
the rebelelle sonnet was created by a poet who calls himself, Rebel Coyote. I can't find his real name, perhaps he wishes to remain anonymous. Specs for the form: 9 syllables per line: 14 lines (3 quatrains, 1 couplet): rhymed ABab, Abab, Abab, Abab AB.
funnel cake fever
elephant ear excitement
candy apple smile
incomplete dystopia
memories scattered around mixed in with the large oak leaves.
the trees gnarled and twisted having looked after themselves for years.
the park itself is similar with lots of ecclectic oddities scattered around.
large yellow sign post standing in an inorganic chernobyle faith.
waiting for rust or for the bumper cars to begin to light up and
move smashing against one another.
but it's to late for that, so they just sit there each
in their distinct directions
they seem as dead electrons around a strange archaic
nucleus of dandilions and cracked cement.
A forsaken theme park, once a magic place
It’s hay day in the sixties, quaint and pretty
To go there now you won’t find a friendly face
Strange outcasts on the outskirts of the city
Rumor's fly with grave warnings of fallen grace
Chase you with a smile, sinister and gritty
Guarded with a shotgun, and it’s oh so grand
Doors locked, eyes open. Welcome to Leisure Land!
blue sky amusement
roller coaster fantasy
fun....natural....fun
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
Timeless, at once, a memory of long ago
Born from Heaven, to Earth, a new life to grow
First from clay, then ocean spray
And wrapped in God’s own DNA
Miracle of life, perfect pure so innocent and new
Divine dominion, planet Earth, in shades of
Reds, greens but mostly sky blue
Yet far beyond colors and shades in
God’s Amusement Park
Lies a network of tones and sounds and
These lyrics of life change after dark
Heaven and Earth and life so symphony pure
Conducted by God’s hand divinely sure
Yet many believe an exploding star
Is why we are How Bazaar
God made us who we are, promised his Son he would send
So when you watch me rise up to Heaven
Your exploding star is how it will end
?
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this better be worth it”.
A million kisses
A million hugs
A million intense conversations about life and love
The first rides were amazing…I had gotten my money’s worth.
I never wanted to leave
I was trapped and it felt good
Happy
Thrilled
Just like I thought I would.
Other amusement parks seemed to be non existent
The more I rode the rides in the one that made me feel
Free.
Only after the first couples of rides
I just knew that this was the one for me
And no one could ever change my mind.
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
what was I thinking”.
A million arguments
A million lies
A million times you said goodbye
For some reason the rides were’t so fun anymore…. In fact they had gotten a bit
scary.
Most times I felt like leaving
I was trapped and I could’t find a way out
The fulfillment that the first few rides had brought me
Were still somehow keeping me there
I tried some of the other amusement parks but,
None could make me as happy as the one I loved so much
In the beginning.
So I tried to have a little faith
A little hope somewhere in my heart
A little courage to accept the fact that this park was not perfect
Thinking that one of these rides, just one….would somehow re light that spark
I paid a million dollars for entrance into this amusement park and I thought “hey
this is not for me”.
A million apologizes
A million make up and break ups
A million moments spent thinking to my self
“Girl you better shape up…
Love isn’t expecting you to fight for it, it wants to fight for you.
There will be no confusion when it comes your way.
You’ll know when it’s true”.
Damn I thought I was on to something!
But, I guess that’s the name of the game.
And, the way I look at amusement parks
Will never be the same.
It’s a scary place out there
You know that too
With people wearing masks everyday
Living a masquerade ball
Ceaselessly
The colors never fading
The ringing always staying
But I stop in my steps
At this crazy amusement park
Taking in all the glory and the grotesque
The neon lights on the teacups
Going round and round
Keep spinnin
I shout
Spinning around the sun
And the moon
And back
Repetitively
Don’t stop
Let the memories keep runnin on the tape
The year has been long, my friends
How have you been holding up?
Can’t help but looking back to
The was been’s, the had been’s, the happened’s
The particles of sand fell with no delay
Still continues to run its course
Whether one can keep up with it
Or not
I screamed in pain
His hand in mine
Tightly grasped
Never letting go
I am lost
I am free
I am in pain
I am in ecstasy
A glaze of calm
Coats my eyes
The dimming excitement of youth
But nothing can be done
Perhaps I will get my sight back
Hopping in spontaneity
Ever so hopefully
Enjoying every ride on
This so called park of life
Time spent wonderment
Ferociously amusing
Absorbed all day into surroundings
Screaming gayly
Roller coaster up and down
Up and down
Spider ride round and round
Round and round
COTTON CANDY HEART ATTACKS
It's sad to say but we're pathetic today; cuz we're
childishly crying at the crib
We're screaming, and shouting and drooling at the mouth.
I swear we all need bibs.
Tear stained faces contorted and grimly unsorted; that
mindfully should be hid.
Aren't shunned in rooms to rid, but in plain sight and
"unrightfully" out in the mid
Where ration should be; with raw emotions stand we __
boldly in its stead.
To act with restraint would've actually been noble, but
a tantrum is what we did.
"But Takers are forsakers, and giving to those fakers
can be more than givers can take"!
We are not amusement for you to play with___ but of those
you should not toy or kid.
Good riddance to you and an unhappy farewell is the one
true thing we could bid.
Hit the door; for you're neither friend nor foe, but
merely unfinished poorly formed dough.
We had good notion to be in high motion; and completely
out of rears.
What happened today was uncalled for, and the absurdity
of all my years.
I never thought that something of this sort could bring
on such bouts of tears.
Yet gracious enough it's limit draws near, as warm
thoughts do appear.
Out from the wonderful voice of cheer; and all its
other peers.
To beckon us__ bring on those smiles and lift those tight
wrinkled chins.
As this day closes and comes to an end, we can't let
gloom and sorrows win.
But be inclined to bide our time with better things
__in mind.
So Let us calm our nerves and think of all thats'
preserved __as the crackers and red wine is served.
Alas! we settled us down and had a second go round
til we uttered not a sound.
What gotten into us; must have gone stir crazy,
or completely out of our heads.
To be hooping, hollering, and galloping like horses
up here; crying at the crib.
I rode the monster at the amusement park
With some trepidation I locked in my seat,
Took deep breaths while starting to embark
And, thought about lying to others how neat.
A steep climb upward enhanced my anxiety
I rode the monster at the amusement park,
As we crested the top, it challenged my piety
With a jerk, it earned its moniker trademark.
Just over the crest I had a new second spark
Of regret that I had ever mounted this beast
I rode the monster at the amusement park
No one could ever call me a coward, at least!
From that point on, I can’t remember a thing
Except the screams, the rush of air, a stark
Unabated terror, a stomach-in-mouth feeling
I rode the monster at the amusement park.
Written August 16, 2022